10|Candle of Interest

If anyone would tell me how deranged I became, I wouldn’t argue with them.

The hypothetical question-and-answer Elijah and I had were certainly not intended to produce a hypothesis. He asked. I answered, less the hypothetical words.

I sighed, hands trembling while I gripped the edge of the kitchen counter. I glanced over my shoulder, wondering how I even thought that this place was bigger for one person in the first place.

Elijah, peering at my endless stack of books on the shelf, made the living area look smaller than it actually is. He blends in perfectly on the beach-inspired decoration I managed to put up little by little.

I’ve always wanted to live close to the beach. That’s the reason for the white and blue drapes around the apartment. The dark bl